Femalware

I wrote among the worlds one who looked like your smile,

A river was growing, your mouth is the last mile,

I drew the dream of you more than a cloud could rain,

And you're still showering poor part of flowered brain.

In the garden's corner of your lovely look

Is a tree I've never climbed except in a book ;

I just have seen the little curve under your nose,

It told me so much things that here nobody knows.

It told me lot of legends on the finger tip

I put here for your words above your sweety lip,

It told me that I met this love in a long past.

I'm sure I was the first, I'm sure I'll be the last,

Your face is credence against all odds in chance,

And we're two boats on sea just overlinked by chains.